Thursday, September 3, 2009

Storm

A storm passed through on my drive to my house after work last night.  It was magnificent, powerful and sudden, like a stallion galloping through the sky.  And then, just as suddenly, it was gone, and all we had left was the faint scent of moisture in the ground before the desert sun evaporated it.

Sometimes I feel like creative energy is much the same.  Right now, I can only smell a hint of it in the air.  But it will return.  Soon, I hope.


7 comments:

  1. I hope it returns, too. Great comparison.

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  2. Oh, yes. I know that feeling. It will return, for sure. Writing is so cyclical.

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  3. Lovely analogy of the stallions to the storm. Those writing stallions are coming any moment now, I'm sure.

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  4. Great analogy. Hope the creative energy rumbles your way soon.

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  5. Ooh, well said!! We all get there but there is definitely a way out. Good luck, hope it's a quick trip back ;)

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  6. It totally will. And that is a stellar picture. So inspiring!

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  7. I think so. I usually just keep writing until it returns.

    You have a good attitude, though. I would have been annoyed that the rain passed through just as I was trying to drive in it! That always bugs me. A storm to make my drive home difficult...

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